Dear diary, I have destroyed myself.
I have destroyed myself. My heart, my soul, my dreams, and that little kid inside who had the recklessness and courage to try and explore, not to cry when hit and hurt, instead to focus on play and enjoyment. I have destroyed…
… destroyed the core that makes me, the mantle that shapes me, the energy that powers me, the hopefulness that drives me. Dear diary, I am standing at my own funeral, and I can’t see anyone else attending.
Dear diary, I am missing myself.
— Sadia Hakim